Seeing that Sima Zhantian was unable to attack for a long time, and occasionally received a punch or two from Feng Yansong, Xia Lengchan frowned deeply.

There is no joke in the army!

Sima Zhantian had issued his own military order, and no one could help him.

"Don't worry, what Zhan Tian is best at is reversal and counterattack. Didn't you notice that he was a little bit reluctant to punch this time? It was obviously intentional?"

Ye Feng looked calm.

Among the northern legions, in terms of the number of fights, who has more fights than Sima Zhantian? If you disagree, you will have a fight. If you are too energetic, you will find someone to spar with.

All in all, Sima Zhantian's combat experience is so rich that even Ye Feng would be ashamed of himself. This kind of battle at the same level will only make him more skilled in the end.

"He won't lose. If he loses, I will chop off both of his heads."

Xia Lengchan felt a cold feeling on her back. Xiao Chuanqiu was not surprising, but he continued to fight until he broke through King Wu, and his murderous intent increased.

"Sima Zhantian, you lose."

Five minutes later, Feng Yansong had figured out Sima Zhantian's offensive routine.

He was in the middle of the attack, and his body swayed strangely. After removing the force of the incoming punch, his right fist was like a water snake entwined, lighting up Sima Zhantian's arm and attacking his armpit.

As long as he hits, he can make Sima Zhantian lose his strength instantly, and the victory or defeat will be clear.

"That's not necessarily the case."

Sima Zhantian's expression went blank, his right hand suddenly pressed down, and his right hand followed Feng Yansong and swayed in the wind.

"What!"

Feng Yansong was shocked and wanted to return to the defense.

But it was too late. How could Sima Zhantian miss this opportunity? He changed his fist strength again, lunged forward, and instantly hit Feng Yansong's armpit.

"ah!"

Feng Yansong couldn't help but feel weak all over.

But before it was over, Sima Zhantian worked hard and took advantage of the moment when he lost all strength to go directly behind him and broke his right hand in an instant.

"stop!"

Just as Sima Zhantian turned around to break Feng Yansong's second arm, an angry voice came, followed by a gust of wind.

In the strong wind, there were thousands of fists rushing forward, with a mighty sound.

"Qi broken!"

Ye Feng also punched.

A golden fist seal flew out, as powerful as a broken bamboo, blasting away the wind of the fist with a devastating gesture, and then hit the rockery.

Bang! One by one

The rockery, which was more than three meters high, was instantly shattered.

"Father!"

Feng Yansong looked ashamed. He was finally defeated and his hands were disabled.

"Let him go."

A one-armed old man jumped out from the wall and walked towards Sima Zhantian step by step.

"Hit the young one to the old one. Old man, do you think my uncle is scared of the old one and just let him go?"

Sima Zhantian picked up Feng Yansong by his neck and lifted him up.
Chapter completed!